[there's a slight pull of something in the back of Dohalim's mind, as if he's trying to regain control of himself, but the corruption shoves him back into his corner, buried under cold darkness. it's not done, not yet, not until Zhongli is left a fucked out mess, reminded that he has no right to leave his side for so long. doesn't he see that his place is by his side? he promised he wouldn't leave and yet...
he runs a hand through Zhongli's hair, before sharply pulling his head back to look at him. eyes narrow slightly as he watches him, before letting his gaze trail down to the mess on the ground]
Lord Dohalim.
[it's a sharp reminder of what Zhongli should address him as. Dohalim lets go of his hair before he flicks his hand to dispel the vines save for the ones holding the deity's wrists bound. they slide out of him with ease before retreating back into some recess of the garden, leaving Zhongli empty. he watches for a moment more before the vines unbind the other's wrists, only to pull them up over his head and stretch him up as if to display him for Dohalim to see]
Are all gods as greedy as you are? Or are you just that desperate?
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he runs a hand through Zhongli's hair, before sharply pulling his head back to look at him. eyes narrow slightly as he watches him, before letting his gaze trail down to the mess on the ground]
Lord Dohalim.
[it's a sharp reminder of what Zhongli should address him as. Dohalim lets go of his hair before he flicks his hand to dispel the vines save for the ones holding the deity's wrists bound. they slide out of him with ease before retreating back into some recess of the garden, leaving Zhongli empty. he watches for a moment more before the vines unbind the other's wrists, only to pull them up over his head and stretch him up as if to display him for Dohalim to see]
Are all gods as greedy as you are? Or are you just that desperate?